Reaping Willow (Trappers, Inc. Book 1) by D.N. Hoxa

Author:D.N. Hoxa [Hoxa, D.N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: D.N. Hoxa
Published: 2019-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

Thirteen questions later—and thirteen lies for answers—we were about to leave the office to go see the chairman, the guy who was going to finally give us answers. Emma asked us about everything, from our mothers’ maiden names to the names of our schools, and we both lied. At least I thought Adrian lied, too. I had no clue what his mother’s real maiden name was.

“Nice meeting you, Cece and Alan,” said Caroline, waving her hands at us while we left the room. “I hope I’ll see you again, soon!”

I was going to say the same, but Emma shut the door real fast. I didn’t know what her problem was, but I was glad I wouldn’t be talking to her again. She took us back to the elevator and another level down. I felt a bit more at ease now that we’d gone over all the questions, and I’d actually met some of the people inside that building. Caroline and Ray hadn’t seemed all that bad.

When the doors of the elevator opened, I felt like we’d stepped into a different place altogether. The lights were low, the floor was covered with a dark red carpet, and there were tall tables with flowers on them in two corners of the room. Two wooden doors were ahead, complete with golden handles. It was definitely not what I expected.

Emma walked to the door on the right and knocked twice.

“Come in,” someone said, and she stepped to the side. With a tight-lipped smile, she waved at the door and returned to the elevator without a word.

“Ready?” asked Adrian, and I nodded. I was definitely ready to get this over with.

Adrian opened the door.

The yellow light in the ceiling made everything look vintage—the red furniture, the golden decorations, the two statues of naked women on either side of the wide room. The mahogany desk stood smack in the middle, not as messy as Ray’s, but not as tidy as Emma’s. Adrian stepped inside, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. I was frozen, and it wasn’t because of the man standing behind the desk with a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke impersonating a cloud over his head. It wasn’t even that the room seemed to have come right out of a horror movie, where bad guys took people to kill them.

It was the picture on the desk, the biggest one of the three, and the only one facing the door.

The picture of the man behind the desk right beside my father.

“Cece?” said Adrian when he saw I wasn’t moving. Air rushed into my lungs. My muscles twitched and I feared I was going to collapse, but I gritted my teeth and took my eyes off the picture.

Don’t blow it, I repeated to myself over and over again. I needed to act cool. These people didn’t know who I was—exactly why all I’d told them were lies. My father was in that picture, a much younger version of him, in fact, and the only way I was going to find out why was by going in there and talking to the man behind the desk.

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